Saturday, 21 January 2012

Saturday is Caption Day....

over at Mammasaurus. Neither advancing years nor ecclesiastical dignity will obstruct my fondness for tree-climbing. I can shin up a sycamore as sinuously as I ever did. I just can't always get down again.

You don't have to be witty. You don't have to be wise. All comments give me a thrill...

(In best David Attenborough accent) "And...here we have the very rare 'Ageing Matron Monkey'. They...are the first species of monkey to...truly perfect the art of...parent blogging. They also...have a...habit of wrapping their favoured trees in tartan rugs. They...truly are...unique mammals...and we all think they are...one in a million".

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As a vicar's wife I bake cakes and memorise the parish ailments. As a mother I occasionally feed and occasionally counsel an 11-year-old son and an 13-year-old daughter. As a journalist I am a part-time staff feature writer on The Guardian and a freelancer. Tartan sofa rugs, herbaceous perennials and a nightly lager hold it all together.